The day of Camille's funeral was another rainy day.

The sky was still gray in the morning, and the moment the dark coffin was carried to the front of everyone, suddenly began to rain.

According to Camille's last wishes, the funeral was not large, only the housekeeper of the castle with a few subordinates, and Xingyue four people.

Because Camille had no family, someone from the Social Welfare Department took care of the funeral.

There were very few people in the cemetery, and the funeral was simple.

Xingyue felt sad, and after offering the flowers, she was accompanied by Mu Lingyan and left the cemetery in advance.

Before stepping out of the cemetery gate, Xingyue turned around again and looked at the small cemetery on the small slope behind her, surrounded by several people.

Xingyue could see that Mr. Butler's sadness didn't seem to be faked.

Did he already know Camille?

Camille never mentioned the people and things related to the castle, but for some reason, Xingyue always felt that Camille was inextricably linked to this majestic and ancient castle.

The day after Camille's funeral, negotiations that had been interrupted for several days continued to take place.

Because Xingyue was in a bad mood, Mu Lingyan didn't let her participate in it.

Before this evening, Xingyue came to the beach again.

Uncontrollably, he began to walk in the direction of the seaside hut again.

The sea and the wooden houses have not changed, only the mood of the people has changed.

Without the owner's cabin, there would no longer be warm light in the windows, and it would look much more deserted.

The closer she walked, Xingyue found that outside the hut, there was an old man with gray hair.

The old man leaned on a cane with a solemn face, and the grief in his eyes as he looked at the hut was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Who is this man?

Xingyue was puzzled.

Did he know Camille?

But at Camille's funeral, the man was not seen.

Because she didn't know the identity of the other party, Xingyue didn't step forward to talk.

She stood far away, watching the old man walk back and forth on the boardwalk outside the hut.

His wrinkled hands rubbed the wooden doors and windows of the hut over and over again.

The sea breeze blew his sideburns, adding a bit of vicissitudes to his countenance.

Without disturbing the old man, Xingyue turned around and left when it was getting dark.

Without Camille's cabin, it wouldn't be the place I'd go to in the future.

When I got back to the castle, it was almost dinner time.

Today's negotiations ended early.

"Now the negotiations are coming to an end."

In Yang Xueqi's bedroom, Yang Xueqi stretched out while sorting out the materials of these days.

Xingyue also accompanied her to tidy up.

In just a few days, the file was as thick as a dictionary.

"I went to Camille's cottage today," Xingyue said, "and ran into an old man. ”

"Old man? What's the situation? Yang Xueqi was also curious.

Xingyue told Yang Xueqi about the people and things she saw.

"According to you, it seems that he and Camille probably know each other, and they have a lot of relationship." Yang Xueqi touched her chin.

"I think so too. But I haven't seen him before, and he didn't show up at Camille's funeral? Don't you think it's weird? Xingyue said, "Since the relationship is very close and the feelings are very deep, then it's not relatives and friends, but also friends, why don't you even attend the funeral?" ”

"Xingyue, how is that person dressed?" Yang Xueqi asked.

"Hmm......" Xingyue recalled, "I didn't get very close, but it felt like it should be a good material for the clothes." Could it be Camille's family? ”

While I was in a state of confusion, there was a knock on the door.

"Two detective ladies, it's time to go downstairs for dinner." Ted smiled and called the two of them downstairs to eat.

Although it was also a sumptuous French meal, Xingyue was not interested, and the pasta was picked up with a fork, but it was not put into her mouth.

Mu Lingyan comforted a few words, but it was not effective.

Suddenly remembering that Xingyue and Camille had learned French onion soup, Yang Xueqi proposed: "Xingyue, didn't you learn French onion soup?" At that time, you made it delicious, do you want to make it once and give it to Mu Lingyan and Ted? ”

Across the dining table, Cheng Nansheng suddenly raised his head and looked over.

Ever since he had been repaired by Mu Lingyan once, he had avoided any interaction with Xingyue during this time.

Xingyue wanted to refuse, but Yang Xueqi said again: "Cooking is a matter where practice makes perfect, if you don't learn from the past, you will definitely forget the practice after a long time." ”

Yang Xueqi's words evoked Xingyue's memories.

That day, Camille taught Xingyue the steps of making onion soup, and said: "This onion soup method is her originality, and the taste is different from what you eat outside." She alone can do it. ”

"Camille may have no other relatives in this world, and this onion soup recipe is probably the last thing she can stay in the world for a long time." Yang Xueqi said in a low voice.

The charm of food is limitless, and if Xingyue can replicate Camille's onion soup, maybe this harvest will make her feel better again.

felt that Yang Xueqi's words made sense, and Xingyue finally agreed.

After borrowing the stove and ingredients from the castle's cook, Xingyue recalls what Camille taught her and begins to carefully bake the bread and onion soup.

Kneading the dough and shaping the dough is done in accordance with the steps taught by Camille.

The aroma soon hits the nose.

The aroma of wheat after the flour has been roasted, and the rich aroma of onion soup fills the restaurant.

The people eating in the restaurant also began to look towards Xingyue.

Everyone was fascinated by the aroma and wondered if they would be lucky enough to taste it later.

The crackling sound of the oil coming into contact with the ingredients and the aroma wafting from the pot attracted a person.

Although he was on crutches, he walked and spoke very energetically.

The housekeeper saw the old man coming downstairs and wanted to say hello, but he stopped him.

The old man just stood not far away and watched Xingyue who was concentrating on making onion soup.

I saw that although she was not skilled enough, she was very careful and cautious, and she was very careful to do what she needed to put in each step and how much she needed.

Watching Xingyue cooking with full attention was also Mu Lingyan.

Knowing that Xing Yue was doing everything very carefully, Mu Lingyan's eyes inadvertently left, and he saw the old man standing behind the pillar and not being noticed by everyone.

White hair and white clothes, black vest, and crutches in his hands.

He immediately had a guess in his heart about the identity of the old man.

The bread was taken out of the oven, and because it was hot, Yang Xueqi didn't hold it steady, and threw it on the board at once.

"Scald, hot!"

The bread fell on the board with two clattering sounds.

This is because the moisture in the bread is dried and a hard crust is formed.

After being left for more than ten minutes, the heat on the surface of the bread is not so hot.

Yang Xueqi began to slice the bread with a bread knife.

The crispy cracking sound is very tempting.

Xingyue listened to this voice and smelled the aroma of food, and her mood slowly relaxed.

At this time, the onion soup is also out of the pot.

Served in a soup plate, a few slices of bread were placed in a bread frame and placed on a tray.

But Xingyue was a little unconfident holding the tray, not knowing what to do.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to propose a taste.

After all, it is Mu Lingyan's wife, and the first person to taste it should be Mu Lingyan.

Yang Xueqi was just about to take the soup plate and send it to Mu Lingyan's seat when she heard an old but energetic voice say, "Please wait a minute." ”

Everyone looked in the direction the sound was coming from.

I saw a silver-haired old man come out from behind a pillar in the dining room.

Only then did everyone realize that there had been a person standing there just now.

"Can I taste it first?" The old man walked directly in front of Xingyue and made his request.

Not only Xingyue, but everyone in the restaurant was stunned.

Who is this old man?

Why didn't you say anything or introduce yourself as soon as you appeared, and just asked the first one to taste the food made by Xingyue?

Everyone looked at the housekeeper, but the housekeeper did not answer everyone's questions.

He just stood there quietly, watching what was happening in front of him.

Xingyue bit her lip.

"Don't you want to give me a taste?" The old man asked again.

His Chinese is not very fluent, and his pronunciation is not very accurate, but it does not affect his communication with Xingyue.

"No, it's not." Xingyue hesitated, "This is the second time I've done it, I'm not sure if it's good or not, so I don't dare to let people taste it rashly, in case it's not delicious......"

But the old man laughed: "It's okay, pretty girl. ”

As soon as the pretty girl said a few words, the faces of the people in the restaurant, except for the butler and a few people from the castle, changed slightly.

Is this old man teasing Xingyue in public?

They are already gray-haired, and they are still so disrespectful.

Ted peeked at Mu Lingyan, but Mu Lingyan didn't have any special reaction.

Ted couldn't help but be a little curious.

Has the boss of my family changed sex today?

Usually in the company, the young lady and other male employees say a few more words that have nothing to do with work, and he will be more or less appreciative; Not to mention a potential rival like Cheng Nansheng and Xu Jinfeng, he will immediately be jealous.

Why is it so calm today?

Is it because the other party is an old man and there is no threat to him?

Just as Ted was thinking nonsense, the silver-haired old man said to Xingyue again: "Beautiful girl, if you hesitate any longer, this soup will be cold." It's not delicious. ”

Also.

Food is always meant to be eaten.

If the old man really wants to taste it, why not let him eat it?

Thinking like this, Xingyue had already handed the tray to the butler beside the old man.

The butler put the onion soup and bread at the top of the table, and the old gentleman smiled at Xingyue and nodded.

For a while, everyone's eyes and attention were focused on this old man.